CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Sick Em’ [Ksubis]
He slayed this one
Mingo, haha
(Hook)
n***a ain't got sh*t, hop out the Range, next thing you know n***a
Bullets in ya' brain, bullets in ya' bro n***a, bullets in ya' hoe n***a, yeah
Bullets in ya' bro'nem, count up the Perc', got six of 'em
Kan' just hit for six of em', flexin on the 'Gram, we gon' lick him
(Verse)
Talkin' bout bank, we got loads, (loads)
We got mo' sticks to ya' nose, (nose, nose)
And, she put that ass on the floor
Talkin' about money, but I need more, yeah
Red bottoms on these bloody Ksubis
Hollows in the air, they might hit you, (pew pew, pew pew)
If I love you, I'll might split my money in two, (split it in two lil' n***a)
Yeah, I'm flyin' in the air, n***a what's the move
Take a n***a down, mamba got a round
And I'm finna pop this Oxy in the lounge, (okay)
Young n***a up, n***a need a crown
And I got a Carbine with a hundred rounds, (rounds)
Yeah drip and drown, Ksubis on my ass
n***a you know, I'm just like that
Oh that's ya' pal? light a n***a up
Sorry, I had to let that lil n***a down
Money ain't fair, came to f**k ya' b*t*h
And she wetter than a pear, yeah I'm with some dogs
No VV, all baguettes, I'm wetter than seal
Young n***a deep, f**king a white hoe, yeah I think her name is Clairo
Help that broke lil n***a with my n***as, yeah I like to call that cheerios
And my shooters on the move lil n***a, like they was playing musical chairs
Yeah, money with me, don't care, (yeah yeah)
(Hook)
Ain't got sh*t, hop out the Range, next thing you know n***a
Bullets in ya' brain, bullets in ya' bro n***a, bullets in ya' hoe n***a
Bullets in ya' bro'nem, count up the Perc', got six of 'em
Kan' just hit for six of em', flexin on the 'Gram, we gon' lick him
Mingo, haha
(Hook)
n***a ain't got sh*t, hop out the Range, next thing you know n***a
Bullets in ya' brain, bullets in ya' bro n***a, bullets in ya' hoe n***a, yeah
Bullets in ya' bro'nem, count up the Perc', got six of 'em
Kan' just hit for six of em', flexin on the 'Gram, we gon' lick him
(Verse)
Talkin' bout bank, we got loads, (loads)
We got mo' sticks to ya' nose, (nose, nose)
And, she put that ass on the floor
Talkin' about money, but I need more, yeah
Red bottoms on these bloody Ksubis
Hollows in the air, they might hit you, (pew pew, pew pew)
If I love you, I'll might split my money in two, (split it in two lil' n***a)
Yeah, I'm flyin' in the air, n***a what's the move
Take a n***a down, mamba got a round
And I'm finna pop this Oxy in the lounge, (okay)
Young n***a up, n***a need a crown
And I got a Carbine with a hundred rounds, (rounds)
Yeah drip and drown, Ksubis on my ass
n***a you know, I'm just like that
Oh that's ya' pal? light a n***a up
Sorry, I had to let that lil n***a down
Money ain't fair, came to f**k ya' b*t*h
And she wetter than a pear, yeah I'm with some dogs
No VV, all baguettes, I'm wetter than seal
Young n***a deep, f**king a white hoe, yeah I think her name is Clairo
Help that broke lil n***a with my n***as, yeah I like to call that cheerios
And my shooters on the move lil n***a, like they was playing musical chairs
Yeah, money with me, don't care, (yeah yeah)
(Hook)
Ain't got sh*t, hop out the Range, next thing you know n***a
Bullets in ya' brain, bullets in ya' bro n***a, bullets in ya' hoe n***a
Bullets in ya' bro'nem, count up the Perc', got six of 'em
Kan' just hit for six of em', flexin on the 'Gram, we gon' lick him
